My soul, is so conflicted. My heart is in love, with two facets of Your love; the rhythm, and the rhyme. The rhythm of Your heart, absolutely moving; and Your love so groovy it resounds, it echoes deeply. Every beat within my heart, moves to a rhythm; Your love is the song. The depth, so profound; the strength of the love, has a distinct sound. It’s so so good, so soothing… to me. I adore the systematic pattern, and the flow. Every single pulsation, excites every sense; to know nothing will ever compare. Every sensation, Your love felt deeply… in heart and soul. The rhythm, propels my heart closer, so much closer to You. A love so moving, my heart just can’t seem to stop dancing to the rhythm; the breadth within each heartbeat. I’ve got the rhythm, a melody rooted with such deep African rhyme. But this first breath I take, much more about the Rhythm; not yet about, how profound the Rhyme!
The rhythm of Your love, has such a measured flow… within words; flowing endlessly, from the depth of Your heart. You don’t even need to speak words, love is in the air, moving upon the wind; in the lights, the love hovers. Overwhelmed becomes a soul, trying to process such deep feelings. Is it the rhythm, that makes the love so moving, or the rhyme that makes it so divine? Just trying to compose myself, becomes a heart so eloquently moved. The love expressed in verbatim, the rhythm in the being… profoundly mused. Love spoken, in such a soothing poetic tone. A sequential rhythm, the rhyme with a poetic meaning; Poetry, and the eMotion. The sweet metrical rhythm, moving heart to know a graceful release. I’m absolutely sure, the rhythmic movement would be a soul so breathless; a heart utterly speechless. The rhythm is moving, but the love within; what makes the rhyme, so Amazing!
Depth, what the love is; breath, what the love takes. A love that makes you forget thoughts, a heart lost in the swept away. A soul captivated wondering, how can a heart be so moved… effortlessly. Love into words, how a poetic love is truly articulated. DJ, stop the beat; if every heartbeat becomes a soul, no longer moved by the undying love. For my heart truly knows, without the love being deep down. The rhythm, and the rhyme; just words, without the truest meaning. Can my words, ever move Your heart; the way Your love continually moves my soul? Could my heart ever think of a rhyme, that could adequately describe. How the light emanates, through the warmth of the love? Within a simple rhyme, the rhythm of Your love is the verb; that gives the simplest verse meaning. To depict a mere fraction of Your love, my words could never truly… come close!
Twinkle, twinkle; Your love is in the cluster, in every little star. Every twinkle of Your love, making my heart cry. Oh, how I never have to wonder; where, oh where You truly are? All up above, hope forever shining as my northern star. Hovering above my soul, the love shimmering in my heart what You are. Twinkle, twinkle; the bright morning star. I don’t wish that I may, Your love is the might; the power used to fight the darkest night. Move to the center, don’t let my words be just meaningless banter. Twinkle, twinkle, the beauty of Your love is truly a wonder. Deep within my heart, Your love will live on and on. Forevermore, Your love will be the rhythm, and the rhyme. Truly, until the end of the time!